Four women like winter, spring and autumn, summer.
Winter is the oldest one.
Her only word that means a lot, means everything.
He will be fine, she says.
The summer woman warm and kind:
I give him my summer breeze and sun to have the biggest days.
The autumn smiles: all gold from leaves is his,
And quite nights.
The spring is laughing:
Now on he never will be bored,
I give him fun at any time,
All our love is his..
